College...check!

Me and my bro Brian on my very first day of kindy.

And me today after finishing my final requirements as an undergrad.

I have gained one bachelor's degree

and two front teeth.

Not saying which of these makes me more proud.

Kind of jeal of that sweater I was wearing.

The 90s are making a comeback, I think.

Before my first day of kindergarten,

my mom tried to convince me to stay home with her 

because I "already knew everything."

Har de har har har.

I was (...and still am) the baby of the fam.

And {NerdAlert} I could not wait to get to school

and have real life homework.

Instead of the worksheets 

I begged my mom to make up for me every day.

I know, I know.

The whole thing was a bit anti-climactic  

as I had to submit my two final papers by email.

Something about clicking a button

is nowhere near as satisfying as dropping off a tangible paper.

But whatever, I'll take it.

I celebrated first by calling my mom

and then with my friends Amelia & Ari

by getting a couple holes in the head.

Me, Amelia & Ari a couple years ago

We went crazy

and got our ears pierced.

Such party animals, I know.

I had let my original piercings close 

after having them for less than a year

at the ripe age of eight.

I only said that I was a baby sixteen or seventeen times

before actually getting them pierced.

It was nowhere near as bad as I remember.

We then celebrated further by stuffing ourselves with fro-yo

and then stopping in the pet store to ogle kittens and such

with zero intention of procuring anything resembling a pet.

Because we now have copious amounts of time on our hands and could.

And because...staring at kittehs, duh.

And now I'm off to celebrate the fact 

that I have a whole two full weeks 

before my graduation

to do with as I please.

Have I mentioned that I love this school?

Because I do.

Genuine smile,

C